Jump on Stage
Girl Talk Lyrics


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Uhh, I keep it playa while some choose to play it safe
Boy check the rsume, it's risky business in the A (A)
And I've been witness to this history, ever since the 10th grade
We went from rockin braids to temp fades
I twist my A hat to the side just for style
Or throw on the Gucci bucket with the flowers super fly
Wow, the Southern pride been known to shut it down
It ain't so country though nigga, this ain't no Gomer Pyle
I'm Sergeant Slaughter, I keep my shit cooked to order in order
to satisfy my people in Georgia and cross the water
And, across the border the esse's are gettin smarter
They got flour for tortillas and lettuce for enchiladas
If you follow, wink wink, No Doubt we +Don't Speak+
In a blink them folks can have you sleepin in the clink
I'm shittin on niggaz and peein on the seat
It's the nigga, the B-I-G B-O-I, O-U-T

Now party people in the club it's time to cut a rug
And throw the deuce up in the sky just for the shutterbuggs
I'm double fisted and you empty you can grab a cup
Boy stop, I'm just playin,
Boy stop??

Now this goes out to all my playas in the back sippin' yack.
Bendin' 'round corners in the 'lac.
We be clubbin'
Get up (X3)
Do That shit, Do that shit, do it
And this goes out to all my ladies in the front. What you want? You make me wanna breed. Girl freeze.
We be clubbin'
Get up (X3)
Do That shit, Do that shit, do it

I wish I was like six-foot-nine
So I could get with Leoshi
Cause she don't know me but yo she's really fine
You know I see her all the time
Everywhere I go, and even in my dreams
I can scheme of ways to make her mine
Cause I know she's livin phat
Her boyfriend's tall and he plays ball
So how am I gonna compete with that
'Cause when it comes to playing basketball
I'm always last to be picked
And in some cases never picked at all
So I just lean upon the wall
Or sit up in the bleachers with the rest of the girls
Who came to watch their men ball
Dag y'all! I never understood, black
Why the jocks get the fly girls
And me I get the hood rats
I tell 'em scat, skittle, skibobble
Got hit with a bottle
And put in the hospital, for talkin' that mess
I confess it's a shame when you livin' in a city
That's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
Glad I came to my senses
Like quick-quick got sick-sick to my stomach
Overcome with my thoughts of me and her together
Right?
So when I asked her out she said I wasn't her type

(x2)
I wish I was little bit taller
I wish I was a baller
I wish I had a girl who looked good I would call her
I wish I had a rabbit in a hat with a bat
And a six four Impala

He's phony
She's fake
Thats the type of people i hate

Ya'll know the lyrics, come sing with me

Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay,
Gimme the mic so I can take it away.
Off on a natural charge, bon voyage
Yeah, from the home of the Dodgers, Brooklyn squad
Wu-Tang Killerrr Bees on a swarm!
Rain on ya college ass, disco dorm!
When you didn't even touch my skill,
You gotta have the one Killer Bee and he ain't gonna kill. Now
Chop that down, pass it all around!
Lyrics get hard, quick cement to the ground!
For any MC in any 52 states,
I gets psycho killerrrr Norman Bates!
My producer slam, my flow is like bam!
Jump on stage, and then I dun-daaaah!

But Im a creep
(Ooh, baby, I like it raww...)
I'm a weirdo
(Yeah baby, I like it RAWWW!!!)
What the hell am I doing here
(Ooh, baby, I like it raww...)
I dont belong here
(Yeah baby, I like it RAWWW!!!)
Run, run run run

One time y'all
Throw your hands real high y'all
Yea, get down y'all
Let me see you, all y'all

Hennessy and trees, that's all I need
Back it up, don't stop
Hit the floor, make it drop
Rock the boat, rock the boat, rock the boat, rock the boat
Rock the boat, rock the boat, rock the boat, rock the boat
It goes left, right, left, right
Left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right
Ooh ooh baby come on you can wobble wit it
Ooh ooh baby come on you can hustle wit it
Do the Beattown Mo, get cocky wit it
Put ya hands in the air don't stop wit it
Ooh ooh baby come on you can wobble wit it
Ooh ooh baby come on you can hustle wit it
Do the Beattown Mo, get cocky wit it
Put ya hands in the air don't stop wit it

Oh oh
Oh oh

Hey ladies!!

This beat (hey)
This beat, this beat (c'mon)
This beat is sick
Lets have some fun
This beat is sick
I wanna take a ride on your disco stick
Hey
This beat (hey)
This beat, this beat (hey)
This beat is sick
Don't think too much just bust that dick
I wanna take a ride on your disco stick

Heyyyyyyy ladies in the place I'm callin' out to ya
There never was a city kid truer and bluer
There's more to me than you'll ever know
And I've got more hits than Sadaharu Oh
Tom Thumb, Tom Cushman or Tom Foolery
Date women on T.V. with the help of Chuck Woolery
Words are flowing out just like the Grand Canyon
And I'm always out looking for a female companion
I threw the lasso around the tallest one and dragged her to the crib
I took off her moccasins and put on my bib
I'm wheelin' and dealin' I make a little bit of stealing
I'll bring you back to the place and your dress I'm feeling
Your body's on time and your mind is appealing
Staring at the cracks up there upon the ceiling
Such and such be the bass that I'm throwing
Talking to a girl telling her I'm all knowing




She's talking to the kid
I'm telling here every lie that you know that I never did

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Girl Talk's "Jump on Stage" is a combination of different verses and phrases from various songs mixed together. The song features a large variety of samples heavily based on old school hip hop tracks, and the lyrics are made by mixing and matching several verses from different songs.


The opening lines of the song immediately set the tone for what listeners can expect from the rest of the track. It talks about how some choose to play it safe, while the singer keeps it real and takes risks. The reference to the "10th grade" implies that the singer has been in the game for a while and has witnessed the evolution of hip hop. The lyrics "it ain't so country, this ain't no Gomer Pyle" is a reference to the fact that despite being from the South, what they do isn't stereotypically country.


The song then jumps to the chorus, which is a blend of different verses that encourage listeners to have a good time and dance. The verse repeats the phrase "We be clubbin'" and adds lines about "sippin' yack" and "bendin' round corners in the 'lac."


The rest of the song follows the same pattern of mixing different verses and phrases from various songs, including Ol' Dirty Bastard's "Shimmy Shimmy Ya," Notorious B.I.G's "Hypnotize," and Lady Gaga's "LoveGame."


Overall, "Jump on Stage" is a fun and energetic song that showcases Girl Talk's skills in blending different genres and styles of music together.


Line by Line Meaning

Uhh, I keep it playa while some choose to play it safe
I take risks while others stay comfortable


Boy check the rsume, it's risky business in the A (A)
Atlanta is a risky place to be


And I’ve been witness to this history, ever since the 10th grade
I’ve seen the evolution of this music since I was young


We went from rockin braids to temp fades
Our hairstyles have changed with time


I twist my A hat to the side just for style
I wear my hat in a way that’s fashionable


Or throw on the Gucci bucket with the flowers super fly
I also like to wear this trendy Gucci bucket hat


Wow, the Southern pride been known to shut it down
The South is known for having awesome parties


It ain’t so country though nigga, this ain’t no Gomer Pyle
Our parties are not like the rural ones you might find on TV


I’m Sergeant Slaughter, I keep my shit cooked to order in order to satisfy my people in Georgia and cross the water And, across the border the esse’s are gettin smarter
I am like a leader to my fans and try to make sure they’re all satisfied. Mexican immigrants are also becoming more savvy


They got flour for tortillas and lettuce for enchiladas If you follow, wink wink, No Doubt we +Don’t Speak+
Mexicans have learned to use local ingredients to make their traditional dishes. Also, I’m referencing the No Doubt song to hint at something


In a blink them folks can have you sleepin in the clink
The police can easily arrest you


I’m shittin on niggaz and peein on the seat It’s the nigga, the B-I-G B-O-I, O-U-T
I am bragging about my success and my name, Big Boi, in a crude way


Now party people in the club it’s time to cut a rug And throw the deuce up in the sky just for the shutterbuggs
Let’s dance and show our excitement by throwing up the peace sign for the cameras


I’m double fisted and you empty you can grab a cup Boy stop, I’m just playin, Boy stop??
I have two drinks and you don’t have any, just kidding. Oh wait, did you really fall for that?


Now this goes out to all my playas in the back sippin’ yack. Bendin’ ’round corners in the ’lac. We be clubbin
This is for my guys in the back of the club drinking and hanging out, driving their Cadillacs


Get up (X3) Do That shit, Do that shit, do it
Get up and dance! Do your thing and have fun


And this goes out to all my ladies in the front. What you want? You make me wanna breed. Girl freeze.
This is for the girls in the front. You look so good, it makes me want to have babies. Everyone stop what you’re doing and look at her


Get up (X3) I wish I was like six-foot-nine So I could get with Leoshi Cause she don’t know me but yo she’s really fine
Get up and dance! Also, I’m fantasizing about being tall and getting the attention of a girl I like


You know I see her all the time Everywhere I go, and even in my dreams I can scheme of ways to make her mine
I’m so into her that I always think about her, even in my dreams


Cause I know she’s livin phat Her boyfriend’s tall and he plays ball So how am I gonna compete with that Cause when it comes to playing basketball I’m always last to be picked And in some cases never picked at all
She’s with a guy who’s doing really well for himself, and it makes me feel insecure because I know I’m not as popular or athletic


So I just lean upon the wall Or sit up in the bleachers with the rest of the girls Who came to watch their men ball
I don’t even bother trying to play, I just hang out on the sidelines with the other girls who aren’t playing


Dag y’all! I never understood, black Why the jocks get the fly girls And me I get the hood rats I tell ‘em scat, skittle, skibobble Got hit with a bottle
I’m annoyed that the athletes always get the hot girls while I get stuck with lower-quality ones. One time, I got hit with a bottle for trying to turn down a girl


And put in the hospital, for talkin’ that mess I confess it’s a shame when you livin’ in a city That’s the size of a box and nobody knows yo’ name
I ended up in the hospital because I kept running my mouth. Living in a small city sucks because no one knows who I am


Glad I came to my senses Like quick-quick got sick-sick to my stomach Overcome with my thoughts of me and her together Right?
I’m glad I realized I was acting stupid. I got overwhelmed with thoughts of me and her together. Wouldn’t that be nice?


So when I asked her out she said I wasn’t her type (x2)
When I finally asked her out, she said no


I wish I was little bit taller I wish I was a baller I wish I had a girl who looked good I would call her I wish I had a rabbit in a hat with a bat And a six four Impala
I wish I was taller and more athletic, and had a nice car and hot girlfriend


He’s phony She’s fake Thats the type of people i hate Ya’ll know the lyrics, come sing with me
I hate fake people, come sing this part with me


Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay, Gimme the mic so I can take it away. Off on a natural charge, bon voyage Yeah, from the home of the Dodgers, Brooklyn squad
I’m taking over on the mic, and it’s like I’m going on a journey. Representing Brooklyn


Wu-Tang Killerrr Bees on a swarm! Rain on ya college ass, disco dorm!
The Wu-Tang Clan is here and ready to take over. We’re bringing the fire and raining all over your party


When you didn’t even touch my skill, You gotta have the one Killer Bee and he ain’t gonna kill. Now
You haven’t even seen what I can do, but the Wu-Tang Clan is still going to impress you


Chop that down, pass it all around! Lyrics get hard, quick cement to the ground! For any MC in any 52 states, I gets psycho killerrrr Norman Bates!
Let’s keep this music flowing and pass around the lyrics. I’ll out-rap anyone, even in all 52 states. I’m going psycho like Norman Bates


My producer slam, my flow is like bam! Jump on stage, and then I dun-daaaah!
My music hits hard, and my delivery is excellent. I’ll jump on stage and do what I do best


But Im a creep (Ooh, baby, I like it raww…) I’m a weirdo (Yeah baby, I like it RAWWW!!!) What the hell am I doing here I dont belong here Run, run run run
I’m a strange guy, and sometimes I wonder what I’m doing here. I feel like I don’t fit in


One time y’all Throw your hands real high y’all Yea, get down y’all Let me see you, all y’all
Everybody raise your hands and move around. Let me see everyone dancing


Hennessy and trees, that’s all I need Back it up, don’t stop Hit the floor, make it drop Rock the boat, rock the boat, rock the boat, rock the boat It goes left, right, left, right Left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right
All I need is some Hennessy and weed. Keep dancing and moving around. Rock the boat, move left, right, and all around


Ooh ooh baby come on you can wobble wit it Ooh ooh baby come on you can hustle wit it Do the Beattown Mo, get cocky wit it Put ya hands in the air don’t stop wit it
Come on and dance with me! Do it like how they do it in Beattown. Put your hands up and keep going


This beat (hey) This beat, this beat (c’mon) This beat is sick Lets have some fun I wanna take a ride on your disco stick Hey
This music is so good, let’s enjoy ourselves. I want to have sex with you


This beat, this beat (hey) Don’t think too much just bust that dick Heyyyyyyy ladies in the place I’m callin’ out to ya There never was a city kid truer and bluer There’s more to me than you’ll ever know And I’ve got more hits than Sadaharu Oh Tom Thumb, Tom Cushman or Tom Foolery Date women on T.V. with the help of Chuck Woolery Words are flowing out just like the Grand Canyon And I’m always out looking for a female companion
Don’t overthink things, let’s just have sex. Hey ladies! I’m a city kid and I have a lot to offer. I’ve had more hits than legendary baseball player Sadaharu Oh, I’ve even dated women on TV. My thoughts are flowing out of me like a river, and I’m always looking for love


I threw the lasso around the tallest one and dragged her to the crib I took off her moccasins and put on my bib I’m wheelin’ and dealin’ I make a little bit of stealing I’ll bring you back to the place and your dress I’m feeling Your body’s on time and your mind is appealing Staring at the cracks up there upon the ceiling
I picked the tallest girl and brought her to my place. I undressed her and started seducing her. I make some extra money here and there by taking things that aren’t mine. I’ll bring you back to my place and start undressing you. Your body looks great and I love the way you think. Meanwhile, I’ll stare at the ceiling


Such and such be the bass that I’m throwing Talking to a girl telling her I’m all knowing She’s talking to the kid I’m telling here every lie that you know that I never did
The music I’m making has a deep bass sound. I’m talking to a girl and trying to impress her by seeming very knowledgeable. I’m telling her all kinds of lies that I’ve never actually done




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